Lew’s men finally got a chance to show what they could do with their bats, outside of what some in the stands were suggesting they do with them. Batting leadoff was Carl Baker who, in non-strike circumstances, wore a Pawtucket Red Sox uniform.
“Let’s go out there, Tango!” “Get it going for us!” The voices of his teammates failed to pierce his consciousness as all his attention was aimed at the pitcher, last season’s Cy Young winner, no less. “Okay,” he whispered to himself. “Let’s see what you got.”
His curiosity was answered with a pitch that curved over the plate like a highway cloverleaf. After his missed swing, the gung-ho 18-year-old felt momentarily helpless, and his thoughts flitted to what life would be like back on the farm. The next pitch was a duplicate of the first, and again it fooled the batter.
The next two pitches were off the mark but then came a shot that sank over the plate like a bowling ball falling from a ladder. It was obvious the young players had their work cut out.
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